Jacob is an unique 19 year old boy. He doesn't have many friends, he's not close to his family whatsoever, and most interestingly, he's basically immortal because of an incident which happened years ago. Jacob hates his unique ability and tries to discover a way to escape his misery caused by his abilities. !! Warning !! Talks about some disturbing topics such as suicide, abuse, etc. If you are sensitive to these topics, please do not read


1. Trigger

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

10 minutes and 43 seconds left...

I glared at the clock that hung above the classroom door. As usual, I didn't have any interest in class. Health.. It's such a pointless subject. We're intelligent enough to know what sex, drugs, and alcohol can do. Even I'm not that dumb.. I comb my dark brown hair with my hand and stared blankly at the people presenting at the front of the classroom. 7 minutes and 11 seconds. I thought to myself silently. Do I really want to go home today? Would they care if I don't come back? I turned to look back at the girl standing at the front of the classroom. She's talking about child abuse, or something.. I don't know and I don't really care. "... and so 28.3% of reports made are from physical abuse... 10.6% is from emotional abuse... and 14.8% is from emotional neglect..." The sentence rang in my ears and sent a shiver down my spine. She doesn't know what it feels like.. I suddenly felt nauseous and felt my body go boiling hot, then freezing cold. I raised my hand silently with hopes of not drawing too much attention. As expected, everybody, including the girl presenting, stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I could feel myself getting more red and dizzy, but I peered over at my teacher. She gave me an obvious sigh and just nodded. "Julia, please continue." As she said that, everybody looked away from me and gave their attention to the girl. I stuffed all of my papers aggressively in my backpack, stood up slowly and exhaled sharply. Fuck. Why does this always happen? Before walking out the classroom, I looked up at the clock once more. 2 minutes and 56 seconds. My grip on my backpack tighten as I pushed the door open. 

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